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Slant

PoemEdit

There’s a certain Slant of Light,
Winter Afternoons-
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes-

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-
We can find no scar,
But internal difference-
Where the Meanings, are-

None may teach it – Any-
‘Tis the Seal Despair-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air-

When it comes, the Landscape listens-
Shadows – hold their breath-
When it goes, ‘tis like the Distance
On the look of Death

In this poem winter represents death, much h like the death of the loving plants outside in the winter. It also shows us how we should not try to figure out what death is and instead just accept it.

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